[ Look, Kurt's not unconvinced that they're copies of some sort, which is one of many theories he finds perfectly reasonable. There's so little known that so much becomes possible, and he'd presumably rather be a little flippant about that than spiral instead. He'd offer that up, too, but... Nicer, isn't it, to latch onto the specific request for something nice?
There's something of a mental perk-up at the question. What is safe, and what poses a risk of widening that gap that Jean must clear to be comfortable here? Of course, even in acknowledging that potential dilemma, all points of interest spread out unconsciously between them like a casino dealer spreading a desk of cards cleanly onto the tabletop. He's always been fairly readable, for telepaths and otherwise, a lifetime of desiring connection with the world hardly slowed at all by any training in quarantining his own mind and feelings.
The things that are familiar between them rise to the surface. Nothing racy, though she wouldn't have to dig far for it if she wanted. What's imprinted upon him most deeply is smiles and laughs. He and Logan simultaneously catch each other staring, goofily as addled kids; Ororo hums in amusement and rakes her nails idly against the fur of his forearm; Scott snorts around his toothbrush as some dumb joke or another... Lucien's tail curled companionably up with his own, Adrienne outlining some tidbit of Swiss-specific slang over coffee, Dorian complimenting his actually surely quite plain cooking, the Chevalier skeptically eyeing his favorite unfashionable sweater...
He's not sure where Jean is, overall, in regards to her arrangements on Krakoa. How easy a conclusion was it for her to come to, that it might be easy to love more than one person? That it might be easy to live like that? He's been surprised at the simplicity of it here, in a way or two. Things are worth pursuing to a deeper depth. He should have known that the whole time.
He clears his throat. Godspeed, right? ] I have plenty of good. I'm a people person, you know.
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There's something of a mental perk-up at the question. What is safe, and what poses a risk of widening that gap that Jean must clear to be comfortable here? Of course, even in acknowledging that potential dilemma, all points of interest spread out unconsciously between them like a casino dealer spreading a desk of cards cleanly onto the tabletop. He's always been fairly readable, for telepaths and otherwise, a lifetime of desiring connection with the world hardly slowed at all by any training in quarantining his own mind and feelings.
The things that are familiar between them rise to the surface. Nothing racy, though she wouldn't have to dig far for it if she wanted. What's imprinted upon him most deeply is smiles and laughs. He and Logan simultaneously catch each other staring, goofily as addled kids; Ororo hums in amusement and rakes her nails idly against the fur of his forearm; Scott snorts around his toothbrush as some dumb joke or another... Lucien's tail curled companionably up with his own, Adrienne outlining some tidbit of Swiss-specific slang over coffee, Dorian complimenting his actually surely quite plain cooking, the Chevalier skeptically eyeing his favorite unfashionable sweater...
He's not sure where Jean is, overall, in regards to her arrangements on Krakoa. How easy a conclusion was it for her to come to, that it might be easy to love more than one person? That it might be easy to live like that? He's been surprised at the simplicity of it here, in a way or two. Things are worth pursuing to a deeper depth. He should have known that the whole time.
He clears his throat. Godspeed, right? ] I have plenty of good. I'm a people person, you know.